- Grandma, is it true? Am I really divorced? Is he really with another woman now?

Christina said, in a soft voice. Laying in the bed at their house, she could now barely breathe. However, her conscientiousness seemed to have returned.

Sasha looked at her granddaughter, an apologetic look on her face. If she knew it would be so easy for her granddaughter to wake, then she would have done it way sooner.

- Yes. - Sasha said, pressing her lips against one another. - Yes, he is.

Christina inhaled a big amount of air through her nose, and then exhaled afterwards.

- He was trash, wasn’t he?

Sasha softly rubbed her hair.

- Yes. Yes, he was.

- Grandma.

- Yes?

- Are there only two types of man in this world? Those who think with their penises and those who think with something else?

Sasha gave a small smile.

- Your grandfather… he was a very good husband. He took care of me for many years, and he was the true definition of the head of a household. I depended on him for everything, but he wouldn’t be an example all the times.

- I see.

- But you don’t need to worry too much about that. That man is gone, and you are back. Just heal and soon enough you will be back on your feet.

- Thanks.

- You’re welcome, dear.

***

Time passed by.

Christina slowly recovered to the point where she could finally start to work.

However, something changed on her.

First, she made a tatoo.

Then, she painted her hair and brought a leather jacket.

Heavy music could be heard from her apartment every day, and she made friends which were more than enough for her not to fear any Neo-Squeamer.

She started self-defense lessons. She learned how to wield a knife and managed to get a permit for a stunt baton.

Her permit for holding an actual iron-and-lead gun was denied due to her “background”, but she didn’t care.

She finally freed herself. Sasha was happy for her granddaughter.

But she was getting older as well.

One day, she felt pain on her chest. She screamed, but her screams where low and couldn’t wake Christina up.

She begun breaking stuff around her room. Throwing what she could at the ground.

Her granddaughter woke up and ran to her room.

- Grandma? Grandma!!

Sasha laid on the ground, her looks extremely pale, her eyes red, her lips blue like berries.

- Shit, shit, shit! - Christina took her phone and started to dial the emergency numbers.

Still, her grandma hit her hand and threw the phone on the ground.

Christina was dumbfounded for a moment. Then, Sasha pointed to a corner of the room.

- What… here?!

- Di… dig… dig!

Christina hesitated. Any person on its normal state of mind would have ignored the dying woman and called an ambulance. But she… she had just freed herself. Amidst her new, though attitude, a small child inside her chest began to bloom and explore the world.

Her heart had softened up.

So, she took the closest thing which seemed capable of breaking the floor and dug. And then she was left speechless.